[Verse 1: GPA]
I'll blow a couple years from now
Devoid of fears, devoid of peers
But how?
Cause of someone I could or couldn't do without
It's you
Whether it be positive or negative, I'm still electrically segregated from the competition
Elevated in relevation
Or is it revelations?
Either way I'm razing out of the daily masturbation to the mainstream masticating on what I got to say, um
I occupy one state, uh
I'm always solid state, bruh
You on shaky ground, unsolid feet, I'm called elite
With them collard greens I'm mauling these, taller trees
With fossils traits like they Paula Deen
I ain't late great yet
I'm base ten, not basic
You face me and it's game set, match
You ain't got no game b**h, smacked
Make you my change b**h, cracked
I verbally hang these, wacks
See when I spit I'm stating, facts
The difference is it's scientific b**h
Yeah, science b**h!
If it was a crime to sh** on
I'd be in prison
I'm like lyrical nuclear fission
You're just a lyrical superstition
[Verse 2: A-Delicious]
A future genius in hip hop psychology
Tip top of the old block with big socks and slick fine monogamy
Chip off the rhyme following, ancient
Ain't you wanna watch as I climb to peaks
My base camp in the basement
At best that's the nicest suite
Like a G? I'm a white kid with a dicey dream
Dreaming of being up on stage, or staging d**h to get iced or freed
Freezing with demons talking while I am asleep
I find it alien you barely think of sailing as breeze
Derailing trains and taking aim at the fakest MCs
Its self degrading, it takes lots to be faker than me
I've badhabits, but I'm rabid at rap with such ease
Tricks are for cereal k**ers on the mic
I'mma snap crackle, attack it
Pack in west Washington world tonight
The rest are obviously not tight as even half of me
I'm happily gonna be slapping them side the mouth
How you deal with it better be realer
Than Sabzi getting love in the south
Hugging a load of explosives won't get you blown up
It'll blow you around